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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.