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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Crime,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Fear,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.