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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.