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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Unwound,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.