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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Deakin,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.