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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Crime,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.