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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.