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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.