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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Crime,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.