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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Can,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.