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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Technova,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.