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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.