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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.