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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.