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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.