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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.