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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
PIL,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.