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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.