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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Fear,
DNA,
Nico,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.