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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.