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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.