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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
UT,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.