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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.