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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.