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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.