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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.