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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.