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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Swans,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.