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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.