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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.