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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.