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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.