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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.