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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.