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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deadbeat 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.