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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.