Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Blancmange, The Birthday Party, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Stetsasonic, Bobby Womack, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Trojans, Kayak, X-102, Gregory Isaacs, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Vainqueur, Eric B and Rakim, Banda Bassotti, DeepChord presents Echospace, Junior Murvin, Morten Harket, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sandy B, Kaleidoscope, The Smiths, Sixth Finger, World's Most, Scott Walker, Wings, Magma, The Skatalites, Mr. Review, EPMD, Minnie Riperton, Loose Ends, Gang Starr, Reagan Youth, Model 500, The Offenders, Aloha Tigers, Jacques Brel, Lower 48, The Move, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Funkadelic, Throbbing Gristle, Slick Rick, The Smoke, Brick, Skarface, Lightning Bolt, Ultramagnetic MC's, Selector Dub Narcotic, New York Dolls, Smog, Kango’s Stein Massive, Ronan, Erasure, Intrusion, Susan Cadogan, Patti Smith, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)