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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.