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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
cv313,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.