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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.