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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.