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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.