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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.