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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.