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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Can,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.