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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.