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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Index,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.