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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.