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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.