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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.