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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.