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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.