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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.