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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Brick,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.