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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.