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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.