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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.