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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.