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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Fear,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.