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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.