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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.