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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.