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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.