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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Pole,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.