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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.