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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.