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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.