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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.