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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.