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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.