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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.