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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.