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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.