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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.