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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.