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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.