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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.