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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Faust,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.