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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.