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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.