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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.