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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.