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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.