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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.