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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Residents,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.