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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.