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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.