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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.