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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.