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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.