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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.