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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.