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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.