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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.