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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.