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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.