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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Visage,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Index,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.