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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.