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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.