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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.