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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.