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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.