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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.