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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.