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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.