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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Audionom,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.