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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.