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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
the Germs,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.