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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.