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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.