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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.