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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Smog,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.