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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.