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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.