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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Swans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.