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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.