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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Shoche,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.