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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.