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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.