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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.