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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.