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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.