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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.