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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Wire,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.