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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.