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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.