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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.