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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.