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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.