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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.