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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.