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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.