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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.