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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.