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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.