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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.