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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.