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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.