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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Move,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.