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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.