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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.