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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Can,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.