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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.