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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Visage,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.