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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Swans,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.