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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
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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.