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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Slave,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.