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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Index,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.