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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.