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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.