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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.