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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.