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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.