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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.