Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.