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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.