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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.