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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.