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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.