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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Nas,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.