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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.