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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.