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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
MC5,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.