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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.