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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Unwound,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.