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 North and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.