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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.