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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.