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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
PIL,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.