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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.