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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.