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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Gories,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.