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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.