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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.