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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.