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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.