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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.