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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.