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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Brick,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.