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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.