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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.