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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Wings,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.