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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Technova,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.