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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.