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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.