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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Can,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.