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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.