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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.