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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.