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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.