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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Index,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.