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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.