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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.