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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.