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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.