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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.