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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.