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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.