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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.