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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.