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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.