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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.