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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.