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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Cymande,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.