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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
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.