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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Residents,
PIL,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Pagans,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.