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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.