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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.