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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.