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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.