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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.