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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.