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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Index,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.