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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.