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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.