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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.