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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.