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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.