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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Wings,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.