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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.