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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.