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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
ABC,
Smog,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.