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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.