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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.