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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.