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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.