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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.