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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Television,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.