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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.