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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.