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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.