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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
X-101,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.