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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.