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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.