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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Franke,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.