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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.