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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
June of 44,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.