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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.