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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.