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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.