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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.