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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
DNA,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.