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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Mars,
Lyres,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.