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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.