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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.