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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Slave,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.