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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Q65,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.