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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.