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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.