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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.