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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.