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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.