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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.