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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.