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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Busters,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.