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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.