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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Television,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.