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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.