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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.