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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.