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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
JFA,
Zapp,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.