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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.