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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.