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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Can,
Chrome,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.