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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.