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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 UT to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.