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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.