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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.