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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.