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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 808 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.