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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Inner City,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.