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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Faust,
New Order,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.