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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.