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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.