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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.