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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Slave,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.