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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.