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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Smog,
DNA,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.