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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.