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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.