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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Franke,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.