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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.