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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.