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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.