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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.