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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.