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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
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,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Scion,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.