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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
X-101,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.