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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.