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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.