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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.