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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.