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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.