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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.