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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.