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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.