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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.