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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.