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 China and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.