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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.