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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.