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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.