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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.