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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.