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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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?
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.