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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.