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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
JFA,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.