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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Index,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.