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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.