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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.