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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
ABBA,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.