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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.