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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.