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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
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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.