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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.