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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.