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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.