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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.