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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.