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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.