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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the rap 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.