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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.