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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.