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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.