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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.