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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.