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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.