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 Ecuador 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.