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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.