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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.