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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 a-ha 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.