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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Faust,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Japan,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.