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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.