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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.