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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.