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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.