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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.