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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
JFA,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.