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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
MC5,
DNA,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.