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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.