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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Crime,
Urselle,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.