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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.