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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.