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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.