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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.