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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.