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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.