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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.