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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.