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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
JFA,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.