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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Mars,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.