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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.