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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Index,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.