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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 theremin 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.