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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.