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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.