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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.