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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.