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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Swans,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.