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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Scion,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.