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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.