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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.