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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.