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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.