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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.