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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.