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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.