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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Deakin,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Names,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.