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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.