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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.