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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.