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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.