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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.