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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.