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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput 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 Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.