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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.