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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.