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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.