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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.