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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.