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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Make Up,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.