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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.