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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.