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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an organ 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?
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.