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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.