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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.