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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.