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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.