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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.