Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.

All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, Cybotron, Grauzone, Cabaret Voltaire, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Infiniti, Don Cherry, The Neon Judgement, Flamin' Groovies, H. Thieme, Babytalk, Shoche, Gichy Dan, Rhythm & Sound, Bluetip, Swell Maps, London Community Gospel Choir, Magazine, Eli Mardock, Parry Music, Carl Craig, Young Marble Giants, Scientists, Robert Görl, cv313, Hashim, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Ultra Naté, Blancmange, Throbbing Gristle, Reagan Youth, Pharoah Sanders, Pantaleimon, Harpers Bizarre, The Sound, Fad Gadget, Gang Starr, Agent Orange, Ludus, The Monochrome Set, Lee Hazlewood, Ultravox, Jimmy McGriff, Laurel Aitken, The Evens, 48th St. Collective, Lonnie Liston Smith, Boz Scaggs, Junior Murvin, Nik Kershaw, Sonic Youth, Wally Richardson, Kerrie Biddell, Cymande, Piero Umiliani, Erykah Badu, X-102, Frankie Knuckles, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sun City Girls, Television Personalities, Bizarre Inc., The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)