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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Mars,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.