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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.