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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Crime,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.