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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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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.