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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.