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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.