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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.