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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.