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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.