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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.