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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Index,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.