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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.