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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.