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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.