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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.