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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
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.