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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Pole,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.