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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
The Litter,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.