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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.