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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.