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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.