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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mummies to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.