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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fire Engines 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Cluster,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.