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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.