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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.