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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.