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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Television,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.