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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.