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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.