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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.