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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.