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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.