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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.