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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Gong,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.