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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.