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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.