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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.