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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.