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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.