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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.