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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.