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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.