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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.