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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.