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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.