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 Spain and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.