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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.