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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Mummies,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.