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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.