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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.