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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.