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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Can,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.