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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Roxette,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.