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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Television,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.