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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.