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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
AZ,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.