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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.