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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Names,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.