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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.