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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.