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 Iraq 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.