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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.