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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.