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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.