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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.