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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.