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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.