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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.