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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.