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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.