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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.