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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.