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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.