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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.