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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.