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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.