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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
UT,
Index,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.