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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.