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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
World's Most,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Slave,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.