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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.