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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.