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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.