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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Skaos,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.