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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.