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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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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.