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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Ponytail,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.