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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.