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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.