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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Crime,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.