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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.