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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.