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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.