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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.