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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.