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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.