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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.