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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.