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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Television,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.