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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 X-101 to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Whodini,
New Order,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Slave,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.