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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.