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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.