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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.