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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.