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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.