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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.