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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.