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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.