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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
MC5,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.