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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.