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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.