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 Moldova and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.