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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.