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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.