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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.