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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
DNA,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.