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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.