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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.