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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.