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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.