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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Excepter,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Magma,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.