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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.