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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.